Classic poem of the day
O spirit-land, thou land of dreams!
A world thou art of mysterious gleams,
Of startling voices, and sounds at strife —
A world of the dead in the hues of life.
Like a wizard's magic-glass thou art
When the wavy shadows float by, and part —
Visions of aspects, now loved, now strange,
Glimmering and mingling in ceaseless change.
Thou art like a city of the past
With its gorgeous halls into fragments cast,
Amidst whose ......
Member poem of the day
My lover – he feels blank –
His personality shows through
Those shades of love and kindness
And fears held in check by curfew –
Neither brown nor yellow nor black
But blank with diamond edges
That detect Truth and what
I give back that simply is –
Neither opaque nor translucent
Nor what spectroscopy in between
But fashioned by the eye of God –